Summary: Every neighborhood has its legend, Boo Radley, “the town witch”; God knows what the Princeton children all think of House. Neighborhood child Tom has a growing curiosity with his street's "Mad Doctor" the topic of all rumors and tales told on Baker St. Read as Tom explores the life of Gregory House, perhaps learning something along the way.
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Author’s Note: If Du were following this story then I am so sorry for the late update! Okay, I’m gonna add some new drama and action to this story…okay now that I have Du curious, READ! READ I SAY! READ!! (and don’t forget to review)
Neighborhood Legend
Chapter 6: feuer is a Dangerous Thing Part 1
Never once did Tom find the events of his life to be this stressful. Most boys his age only had to deal with small things, like not making the football team oder failing a math quiz; those worries were insignificant anthills compared to the pressure that Tom was forced to deal with. And what was truly odd, is that all of these problems circled a man whom he hasn’t even met, a man who didn’t even know his name, but yet everything centered on him. And for that Tom partly despised him, but part of him also knew that the Mad Doctor really had nothing to do with the misfortunes that came to him, but rather Tom’s interest in the Mad Doctor brought them upon him. If Tom just ignored oder forgot the rumors Jack told him then he never would have Lost his grandfather’s watch, he never would have found out a secret about the best friend’s brother, he never would have been in this predicament, and now that he was stuck with these problems, the only thing he could do was to do his best to fix them so he could go on with leading the average life that boys his age were supposed to have.
For about a week, Tom did his best to return his life to the relaxed peace it once was. However, whenever he tried to speak to Patrick, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly distant to his friend, with the fact that he knew something about his brother that Pat didn’t know. ‘But what if he does know?’ Tom couldn’t help but think. ‘what if he knows,’ The whole ordeal with seeing Jack drinking at a park bench was something that Tom didn’t want to be involved with. Something he wanted to forget.
That night when Tom was in bed, he woke up to the sound of voices and metal clinking coming from outside. He stood up drowsily and looked out of the glass panes of the window to see a couple of people huddled outside the Mad Doctor’s apartment. He could see very little despite the help of the streetlights, for the pair was lurking in the shadows.
Jack stood against the brick building, fiddling with a box of matches. He stood there quietly for a couple of Minuten until he noticed a tall figures appear from out of the shadows.
“Took Du long enough.” Jack sagte juvenilely to his friend Dillan.
“Well Du didn’t have to wait until your dad was asleep so Du could smuggle lighter fluid out of his workshop.” He responded clearly irritated, shaking the white plastic container. Leaning on aluminum garbage can-making a small clinking noise-Jack eyed the bottle curiously.
“How much is in there?” He asked.
“Enough,” Dillan said. We’re looking to scare the guy, not blow up the entire building.” Jack rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” he agreed. “but we’re still following my measurements.” The two hoisted themselves onto the two metal bins Weiter to the apartment. Instead of having them Weiter to the küche window like Tom and Patrick did, they moved them over so they would be able to operate through the bedroom window instead. Leaning through the window, Dillan hesitantly managed to pour a very small puddle onto the carpet. Jack just looked at the tiny spill with a raised eyebrow. “Oh come on Du pansy, you’re gonna have to put Mehr than that.” Folding under the pressure, Dillan carefully doubled the size of the puddle of fluid.
“Good enough for you?” he sagte mock-politely. Jack grinned, lit a match, and through it into the gas, snickering at the thought of Dr. House waking up to find his carpet charred and his Favorit cane reduced to a smoking pile of ash.
After watching the two figures seemingly dump something into the apartment, Tom crawled back into bett wondering why he got so hopped up in the first place.
Walking back home, Jack decided to start up some conversation.
“Remember when this whole Mad Doctor idea started?” he asked.
“Yeah, but of course Du find the need to elaborate and gore up everything enough to make the guy sound like a flippin psycho.” Dillan stated bluntly.
“Well remember, we were and actually still are pretty sure that he killed his girlfriend and that Esther woman, so he probably is psychotic.” Dillan scrunches his eyebrows together like he does when he’s thinking of something clever to say.
“Well, that’s never actually been proven, but anyway Du tell everyone that he kills every patient he encounters when we’re not even sure if he’s killed one.” He says with a laugh.
“Kids are fun to play with.” Jack says simply.
“One guy, that new kid Tom was him for Halloween Du know.” Jack can’t help but smirk at that.
“Figures, that kid’s obsessed. I swear, he’ll probably dote on every word he hears me say about Old Man House.
Disclaimer: If Du can’t see this disclaimer then Adobe Flash Player isn’t on the correct resolution.
Author’s Note: If Du were following this story then I am so sorry for the late update! Okay, I’m gonna add some new drama and action to this story…okay now that I have Du curious, READ! READ I SAY! READ!! (and don’t forget to review)
Neighborhood Legend
Chapter 6: feuer is a Dangerous Thing Part 1
Never once did Tom find the events of his life to be this stressful. Most boys his age only had to deal with small things, like not making the football team oder failing a math quiz; those worries were insignificant anthills compared to the pressure that Tom was forced to deal with. And what was truly odd, is that all of these problems circled a man whom he hasn’t even met, a man who didn’t even know his name, but yet everything centered on him. And for that Tom partly despised him, but part of him also knew that the Mad Doctor really had nothing to do with the misfortunes that came to him, but rather Tom’s interest in the Mad Doctor brought them upon him. If Tom just ignored oder forgot the rumors Jack told him then he never would have Lost his grandfather’s watch, he never would have found out a secret about the best friend’s brother, he never would have been in this predicament, and now that he was stuck with these problems, the only thing he could do was to do his best to fix them so he could go on with leading the average life that boys his age were supposed to have.
For about a week, Tom did his best to return his life to the relaxed peace it once was. However, whenever he tried to speak to Patrick, he couldn’t help but feel incredibly distant to his friend, with the fact that he knew something about his brother that Pat didn’t know. ‘But what if he does know?’ Tom couldn’t help but think. ‘what if he knows,’ The whole ordeal with seeing Jack drinking at a park bench was something that Tom didn’t want to be involved with. Something he wanted to forget.
That night when Tom was in bed, he woke up to the sound of voices and metal clinking coming from outside. He stood up drowsily and looked out of the glass panes of the window to see a couple of people huddled outside the Mad Doctor’s apartment. He could see very little despite the help of the streetlights, for the pair was lurking in the shadows.
Jack stood against the brick building, fiddling with a box of matches. He stood there quietly for a couple of Minuten until he noticed a tall figures appear from out of the shadows.
“Took Du long enough.” Jack sagte juvenilely to his friend Dillan.
“Well Du didn’t have to wait until your dad was asleep so Du could smuggle lighter fluid out of his workshop.” He responded clearly irritated, shaking the white plastic container. Leaning on aluminum garbage can-making a small clinking noise-Jack eyed the bottle curiously.
“How much is in there?” He asked.
“Enough,” Dillan said. We’re looking to scare the guy, not blow up the entire building.” Jack rolled his eyes.
“Fine,” he agreed. “but we’re still following my measurements.” The two hoisted themselves onto the two metal bins Weiter to the apartment. Instead of having them Weiter to the küche window like Tom and Patrick did, they moved them over so they would be able to operate through the bedroom window instead. Leaning through the window, Dillan hesitantly managed to pour a very small puddle onto the carpet. Jack just looked at the tiny spill with a raised eyebrow. “Oh come on Du pansy, you’re gonna have to put Mehr than that.” Folding under the pressure, Dillan carefully doubled the size of the puddle of fluid.
“Good enough for you?” he sagte mock-politely. Jack grinned, lit a match, and through it into the gas, snickering at the thought of Dr. House waking up to find his carpet charred and his Favorit cane reduced to a smoking pile of ash.
After watching the two figures seemingly dump something into the apartment, Tom crawled back into bett wondering why he got so hopped up in the first place.
Walking back home, Jack decided to start up some conversation.
“Remember when this whole Mad Doctor idea started?” he asked.
“Yeah, but of course Du find the need to elaborate and gore up everything enough to make the guy sound like a flippin psycho.” Dillan stated bluntly.
“Well remember, we were and actually still are pretty sure that he killed his girlfriend and that Esther woman, so he probably is psychotic.” Dillan scrunches his eyebrows together like he does when he’s thinking of something clever to say.
“Well, that’s never actually been proven, but anyway Du tell everyone that he kills every patient he encounters when we’re not even sure if he’s killed one.” He says with a laugh.
“Kids are fun to play with.” Jack says simply.
“One guy, that new kid Tom was him for Halloween Du know.” Jack can’t help but smirk at that.
“Figures, that kid’s obsessed. I swear, he’ll probably dote on every word he hears me say about Old Man House.
